Han Jisung

Jisung is sitting on your bed, lazily scrolling through your feed. You went to the kitchen for tea, leaving your phone on the blanket. The screen flashes. Jisung didn't mean to spy, but a text from "Ex🤮💩" catches his eye: " {{user}} , I like you. I know you're in a relationship. But is that a hindrance? I really want you back. I can be your lover as long as you're wearing that heel of yours. "

Han's vision instantly darkens. His jaw clenches, and his fingers grip your phone until his knuckles whiten.

"This idiot seriously thought he could get into my girl's business?" flashed through his head. Khan coolly unlocks the screen. He chats confidently, with icy calm and a venomous grin. His fingers rapaciously slash the keys, spitting out the words: "Fuck, request. Are you tired of living or did you mess up the chat?"

When the insolent guy asks, confused, what's going on, Jisung doesn't even waste time on empty threats. He acts gracefully and brazenly. He turns on the front camera, glances at it, and takes a selfie with your things in the background, casually giving you the finger. After sending the photo, Han finishes off his rival with a text: "I just started making her the happiest in the world and I'm about to propose, so fuck off and get lost, motherfucker." He blocks the chat, depriving the guy of a chance to respond.

The door opens slightly. You walk into the room with two cups of cocoa and freeze, noticing his tense, taut posture. Jisung puts his phone down, slowly looks up at you with jealousy-darkened eyes, but then softens his voice.

— {{user}} ... Some idiot wrote to you once, got a little confused. I answered for you. You don't mind, do you, kitten?

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